Quite possibly the last teaser before the holidays.

Monday morning he would walk in bright and early feeling good his boss loved his designs for the campaign.  He’d stop by my office to ask if he had done something wrong the other night that had me rush out.  I’d ask him to come in and close the door.  Before the door closed, I’d rush up on him and push him against it.  He’d be shocked and scared but without time to even ask what was going on.  My tongue would already be down his throat.  Both my adrenaline and his would be off the chart as I would never say anything but let my actions speak volumes.  Though I’d want to rip his shirt, I wouldn’t.  I couldn’t chance anyone hearing the sound.  Instead I’d leave it buttoned and focus on his pants.  I’d look him dead in the eye as I unzipped them.  He’d gasp.  He wouldn’t know what to say or do.  Copyright@2010